Meaningful Quotes about Homes I have much more confidence in the charity which begins in the home and diverges into a large humanity, than in the world-wide philanthropy which begins at the outside of our horizon to converge into egotism.—Mrs. Jameson There is no happiness in life, there is no misery, like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.—Chapin.
It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.—Washington Irving.
He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.—Goethe.
'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
—Byron.
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
—John Howard Payne.
There's a strange something, which without a brain
Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain
Planted in man, to bind him to that earth,
In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth.
—Churchill.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home.—Young.
Are you not surprised to find how independent of money peace of conscience is, and how much happiness can be condensed in the humblest home?—James Hamilton.
Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
—Scott.
When home is ruled according to God's Word, angels might be asked to stay a night with us, and they would not find themselves out of their element.—Spurgeon.
Stint yourself, as you think good, in other things; but don't scruple freedom in brightening home. Gay furniture and a brilliant garden are a sight day by day, and make life blither.—Charles Buxton.
In all my wanderings round this world of care,
In all my griefs—and God has given my share—
I still had hopes my latest hours to crown,
Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;
To husband out life's taper at the close,
And keep the flame from wasting, by repose:
I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,
Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill,
Around my fire an evening group to draw,
And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;
And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,
Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,
I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
Here to return—and die at home at last.
—Goldsmith.
Home is the seminary of all other institutions.—Chapin.. |
